"FOURTH DIMENSION FAIRY TALE"
at all times i am dying. after all,
we could not have seen the guillotine.
we could not have seen the way the road
gorged itself on unvigilant passerby
& the vigilantes, too. the sky seemed
a stranger to me. i could not speak
for you as i once had; i could not
peel back the skin of an orange
without my hands
shaking like tin cans. once, a thousand
years ago, we filled them with uncooked
grains of rice & fallen teeth. once
i was taught to dance, or maybe i learned,
but never both. at any rate my arms
fell off. so i shook them instead &
all the trinkets inside shattered together,
all the blood crystallizing with the glass
i had ingested—truly it was beautiful.
you & i, we started young;
we were early birds, we set out
even before the dawn
could bleed out across the sky.
& though we were eaten alive
it was fine; at all times we are dying
& so know that we will meet again,
either alive or a little beyond.
Divyasri Krishnan is a writer and student from Massachusetts whose work is published or forthcoming in Muzzle Magazine, Rust + Moth, Third Point Press, High Shelf Press, and others. She has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize and the Best of the Net Anthology and longlisted for the 2020 Palette Poetry Prize. She was a 2020 Adroit Journal Summer Mentee in Poetry, a Foyle Commended Poet, and a YoungArts honorable mention in Poetry. She posts further work @worsethanthesunflower on Instagram and enjoys bingewatching TV shows and stress-baking in her free time.